Novel & Cerita Shanghai Doll

"Is his taste as thin as tissue already?" Sharlynn stared open-mouthed. Unable to answer, her chest was filled with fire, ready to rise and consume the woman. Both hands reflexively pulled at the platinum blonde hair of the sexy woman with the sensual lips of plastic surgery. It was so tight that the woman's head came up with a scream of pain. "What did you say? Richie's toy? You're his stupid plastic doll! You bitch!" Sharlynn not only pulled her but shook her violently. The sound of hysterical screaming brought two neighbors on the same apartment floor to open the door to see the commotion.

I replied almost immediately, I know she wasn't interested in having a conversation with me, she just wanted to snoop around. "What are you?" she asked again, this time I was confused about how to answer that question. "Excuse me? What do you mean?" I stood there in shock as Shelby's words hit me like a punch to the gut. "Are you a doll?" she asked, her tone dripping with disdain. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew she didn't like me, but calling me a doll, a derogatory term for a prostitute, was the lowest of the lowest.

Shelly happily returned the metal wire to the silver ring on her finger, smiling. "Sorry boss, I can't help wanting to try a new rope." Benedict, of course, knows Shelly's special weapon. This thing was created by her. It was extremely difficult and complicated to control. He had tried it once but couldn't use it. Such a fragile and weak-looking weapon was exactly like its owner, a bloodthirsty killing tool. With it, Shelly slaughtered more than three thousand people of a notorious gangster state in London, climbing to the top of the year. It is needless to say how terrifying it was. Benedict, though full of experience, was not sure of the victory when fighting it and had to give in in the e

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

Not mercury, but a thick, black tar-like substance that smelled of burnt hair and ancient dust. "The Oubliette," Dante hissed, his obsidian eyes widening. He looked at Ivy, then at Silas, who was backing away into the shadows of the quay. "Silas! Take the note! The note is the map!" But Silas wasn't looking at the note. He was looking at the clockwork doll, which had begun to move. Its tiny, silver hands were reaching for the scissors in Dante’s pocket. "The doll isn't a mirror, Dante," Silas whispered, his voice trembling. "It's a bomb."

Alex looks up at her from his phone and smirks. "Welcome doll." He says putting his phone away. "You said you will not treat me like this anymore." She says standing in her spot, not being able to walk to him. "I don't think I ever said that doll." He stands up and starts walking to her. "Then why am I here Alex? I don't want to be your toy anymore, which you can take to a hotel once in a while and play with." She looks him in the eyes as her tears threaten to spill. But she won’t fall weak this time, she will be strong this time and hold her ground and get what she wants from him. She won’t let him do as he pleases anymore. "But you're my toy and that will never, we both know that. You're o

“What if I make it possible for us?” “How?” they asked in unison. “We go shopping tomorrow morning before heading home. We get elegant, mature outfits, shoes, bags, jewelry, makeup—everything. I’ll cover all the bills.” She paused, smiling mischievously. “Then we fake identities… and bribe our way in. How do you girls like that?” “Woah…” “Sounds good, doesn’t it?” Sofia winked dramatically. “Good…” “Yeah…” “Right…” ———————————— RELAXI DELI

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.

I ordered. “Yes, Mr De Rossi.” She replied. But it didn't sound like Alexa but sounded like Maria. And so It was, Maria, the little doll.